the heavily embroidered velvet lifts to reveal a solitary figure illuminated amongst the shadows. she stands in position – focused solely on the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. after an eternity of moments, the soft bass of her intro washes over her. at once she is lost in its heady beat.

the music builds and its darkly raw carnality is echoed in her movements. each extension – each graceful line and jolting break is a visually emotive expression of a memory. this is no mere choreography of steps but a sensory experience.

the world around her grows breathless as she weaves her hedonistic seduction amid grande adages, sous sous, and intoxicating waltzes. her skilled toes mimic the racing pulse of her palpitating heart. her hands become hishands as they graze the sensitive protrusion of her collarbone. her head falls back as she succumbs to the visceral memory of histouch. fingertips sweep in a flirtation of gravity. hemeans to break her and she is powerless to withstand.

it is not hiswanton hands dancing across her torso, but the ghost of them. hislips do not trail her prickled skin, yet the essence of histouch burns like fire through her veins. she is on the cusp of discovery yet the anguish of denial guides her feet.

her world is but a pin drop yet she weaves a web of magic. and theyare the skin under her potent caress. theyare the inferno ignited by the touch of her lips. they, too, feel the unbearable torture as she denies completion.

she is oblivious to all that sit entranced before her as she bleeds her story upon the stage. with an abrupt and jarring clarity the haze lifts.

she stands once more illuminated amongst the shadows in defiant self-bravado. the silence deafens as the world erupts around. she fights to hold the crumbling pieces together as she searches out the only face she longs to see. tears break the barrier and run in two graceful streams down her cheeks for she knows not if the face now staring without emotion will have gifted her – her very last dance.

I welcome you, all of you, as I have from the start.
Invited to the most secret corners of my heart,
Naked and longing, two unsettled souls,
Whisking past niceties and emotional holes.
Blemishes, folds, stretch marks in all directions
Kissing, licking, cherishing imperfection.

Clutching your hand to tow through the mire
Fueled by yearning and stoked by desire.
The narrowest passage guides to what stirs
Quivering bodies and their sweet scents lure
A maelstrom of tongues, a plunge sunk so deep,
The happiest drowning, as hearts take a leap.

Tenderness cleanses lingering uncertainty,
Passion washes away remnants of apathy.
Bathed in the clarity of light, penetrated by its heat,
Received, accepted, transformed as we meet.
There is no more waiting when two bodies collide.
Their souls come together as their hearts take a ride.

It was merely a dream. A delusional hallucination they often told her. It was a reverie in which she would gladly lose herself in at any and every moment of solitude…

She sat upon the countertop; one leg stretched out on the sodden marble whilst the other dangled in an indolent and limp state. Tracks of icy water slinked down the quivering flesh of her curves until they trickled from the tips of her dainty toes. With one glance into those heated eyes she’d fantasised about so often, she was intoxicated. He stood before her, clad in the only uniform she had envisioned. A God of his own world, the Master of his universe.

It was their chance. The time to finally connect the way they’ve desperately longed for. The one thing that would secure the pairing and change fate. It was their moment to bind the tiny fragments of their hearts into one.

The callous hands of her lover lingered over her thighs as he sank to his knees, the flames sparked within his eyes turning into a blaze. For a long moment, he stared bewitched as she blossomed before him. For him. Her breathing became shallow and hoarse as he teased the tender skin of her inner thighs with light scrapes of his lips. Her eyes widened and his mouth moistens at the delicious sight before his hazel eyes. Kisses turned into licks and her gasps of surprise became long satisfying moans.

Her slender fingers circled around strands of his hair and tugged with force, pulling him harder against her body as his tongue swirled and danced around her lips. She ground his face between her legs until he fucked her with his mouth. Until his tongue was within. The deep voice her inamorato resonated through her body, sending a deep shudder through her and only intensifying her need for some relief from the grip that held her tight.

“Mine.”

Her flesh was his and she knew that when he saw fit, she would be undone upon that countertop.

She spotted him the second he entered the club. A tall, elegantly dressed, powerfully built man who radiated an unmistakeable aura of danger. The mere sight of him always made her insanely wet and ache with desire for him.

She’d scened with most of the guys at the club and quite a few women too and although she’d almost always had a good time, she found that she orgasmed hardest when she knew he was watching…

He’d been coming in for a few weeks now, keeping himself apart, never participating in any scenes or engaging in conversation with others, but always watching her intently whenever she played. He seemed to be studying her, almost as if he was judging her worth.

She lay on the saltire, her wrists and ankles shackled, as the young man laboured with a flogger. Bless him… he tried his best, in fact he was quite good considering his age, but he was not a master, not a Sir… not what she needed…

She turned her head to the side and stared straight into his dark, almost black eyes, just as the young guy landed a particularly good stroke across her breasts. Her wince and sharp intake of breath made him smile and she came instantly, her whole body wracked with the force of her release as she screamed out her pleasure.

As her spasms finally subsided and the young man was undoing her restraints, she opened her eyes to search for her admirer, feeling a sudden pang of disappointment when he wasn’t there. Frustrated, she pushed the youngster aside as her bent down to whisper his thanks and snarled rejection at him, getting up and striding, still naked, to the bar.

A good orgasm always left her thirsty and as she took a long draught of the ice cold cocktail, she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. Thinking it was the young man again she whirled around to tell him in no uncertain terms to go fuck himself, when the words turned to dust in her mouth… She stood face to face with him!

He gently took her hand and brought it to his lips, softly kissing her knuckles. She almost came again on the spot! She couldn’t speak… she stood there mesmerised, her body trembling with lust and fear… He didn’t say a word, just leant forward and kissed her so tenderly that she thought she’d die! She closed her eyes and moaned as he deepened the kiss, possessing her mouth with such intensity that she knew, from that moment on, she was utterly his!

She staggered and almost fell as he broke the kiss, her body limp in his strong hands. He smiled and took a small white card from inside his immaculate suit, placing it on the bar beside her. He softly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and she closed her eyes again, whimpering at the sheer bliss of his touch. When she opened them, he had gone…

She blinked and looked around, frantically searching for him! Oh God she didn’t even know his name! He hadn’t spoken a single word to her! Where was he! She had to find him again… it couldn’t end like this…! She panicked at the loss of him… knew within her soul that she would be lost without him… God what had he done to her to make her feel like this? Suddenly she remembered the card and snatched it up, seeing only two words printed in black on the ivory surface, The Artist. She spun it over and found, hand written on the back, Come and be my masterpiece… beneath which was a printed cell phone number.

She almost ran to the locker room, quickly dressing and grabbing her bag before dashing out into the dark night to hail a cab. In the back seat she stabbed the number into her phone and held it to her ear, listening breathlessly to the interminable ring tone… Would he pick up? Was she being too keen? Maybe she should have waited…? All these thoughts raced through her mind as her heart pounded in her ears… No! She had to see him… had to be with him…!

There was a click and she almost wept as she heard his rich voice pouring into her ear. He gave her an address and hung up, leaving her once again feeling totally abandoned. She knew she was being foolhardy… knew that she was taking a terrible risk… knew that her friends would be furious with her if they found out… but it didn’t matter, none of it mattered… all she wanted in this world now was to be with him.

She paid the fare and got out in front of a huge townhouse, looking up appreciatively at the imposing façade. Before she even moved towards the door, it opened and he was there, a menacing silhouette against the bright lights of the hall. Although she couldn’t see his face, she knew he was smiling at the open adoration that shone forth from hers. He stood to one side, the silent invitation loud and clear. Swallowing deeply, she took a faltering step across the threshold.

She stood in the hallway trying to calm her nerves, to slow her breathing, to stop her body trembling in fear. She flinched when she heard the door lock shut behind her and felt icy panic rising as his footsteps approached. She bit her lip to stop a scream bursting from her mouth as his hands closed around her waist, mewling plaintively instead as she sank back against him.

Powerless to resist, she let him swiftly strip her, shivering as her dress slid to the floor with a sibilant hiss. A gasp of pleasure escaped her as he undid her bra and cupped her firm breasts, his fingers twisting and pulling her nipples. She felt his arousal pushing insistently against her cheeks and rocked her hips, rubbing her ass across his front. In answer, he bit her shoulder hard and pinched her nipples, making her so wet that she could feel it at the top of her thighs.

His expert hands slid over her smooth body, one traveling up and around her throat, the other down and between her legs. She lent her head back and moaned, opening herself to him, whimpering as his fingers entered her deeply. His thumb pressed and rubbed her swollen clit and she gushed over his hand and her legs as she surrendered to her orgasm.

He chuckled – a deep throaty sound – and pulled his fingers from her, bringing them up to her mouth. She felt his hot breath on her ear as he whispered what a good girl she was as she greedily licked them clean. She groaned and sagged against him as he told her that she was his… that she will do anything that he wants… whimpering her agreement as he stroked her skin.

He took her hand and led her to a room that was completely bare except for the saltire in the middle. She lay down willingly on it, spreading her limbs wide, gasping and panting in excitement as he fastened her restraints. He stood by her head and looked down lovingly at her, softly caressing her long hair and beautiful face. She gasped as she felt the cool leather of the crop sliding slowly up the inside of her leg, moving closer and closer to her smooth pout. She tensed as the tip passed between her swollen lips and over her engorged nub, expecting at any moment to feel the explosion of fire.

When his first strike landed across her flat stomach she screamed out loud at the excruciating sensation! She had never felt such pain! She looked down her body at the angry red welt that was rising from her pale flesh and her tears flowed freely. Three more arrived in quick succession, each one precise in its placement, each one agonisingly pleasurable.

Crying openly, she looked up at him, letting her gaze roam over his beautiful face, staring into his gorgeous eyes, seeing his warm smile and knew instantly that he was the one… he was her Master… and in that moment she had an epiphany – she was The canvas and he was The Artist! He saw the revelation on her face and smiled radiantly at her, leaning down to kiss her long and tenderly.

She appeared in the room
Dressed in His shirt
With a glint in her eye
She started to flirt
She wanted to play
Needed to feel
Her man use control
To handle her needs

He watched as she teased
Twirled and twisted
Spinning and flexing
Allowing Him glimpses
Of her waxed delight

He would not give in
Would not bite
Even though
He ached to be
Deep inside
His delicious sweet ride
Pumping and thrusting
Until she cried

His resolve was strong
She would not control
His will decided
When He would enter her soul
He watched as she fingered
The buttons that fastened
The shirt that she wore
Dropping it swiftly
On to the floor

Her corset
Clinching her waist
Pushing her breasts
Right into His face
Her sweet pussy
Visible, bare to the eye
Ready to taste
Offering heaven inside

Still He resisted
Her frustration was great
On a bar stool she sat
To continue to bait
Parting her legs
Her fingers did seek
The folds that were open
Ready to please
Rosy red to the eye
And slick with her essence
They promised delights
That would send Him to heaven

He was on her in seconds
Resolve oh so shattered
Fucking her senseless
Was all that mattered
Spinning and lifting
Her over the stool
The perfect position
To admire His jewel

Reaching for the box
That held tools within
Tools that could bring
Pleasure and pain
With some that restrain
Fine rope He did use
To tie her wrists
Tight to the legs
Cupping her chin
He looked into her face

“Oh little one
You have been a fool
But how pretty you look
Bent over this stool
This night will be long
But you will enjoy
For it seems I have fallen
For your little ploy
The games that you wished for
You will get to play
For little one
You know that
You must obey“

Dropping her chin
He walked away
To the bar in the corner
Where He sat to wait
With a whiskey He poured
And quietly sipped
Her game He would play
When He was ready
Using the wait
As her punishment
He could tell she was eager
In need of a fuck
Undoing His zip
He pulled out His cock
Mighty and throbbing
As hard as rock

He knew she was watching
As His hand wrapped around
Feeling it twitch
With her lusty sounds
His glass in one hand
And cock in the other
He stalked the room
To get to His lover
Standing behind her
To admire her fine ass

Placing the glass
On the floor next to Him
He parted her legs
To get to her quim
His tongue trailing
Along her sweet path
Licking and tasting
From clit to her ass

His hand stroked her cheek
Before lifting it quick
Flesh meeting flesh
Chastisement well met
The sound from her lips
Showing her pleasure
Her moans were so
Rough and full of lust
But still she would wait
As He poured His fine whiskey
To add to her taste
Catching the fire
As it rolled between cheeks
Her whimpers and words
Were begging release

With fire in His mouth
As well as His loins
He sucked and He tasted
Her pleasure succumbing
Honey that trickled
Soon overflowing
His tongue
Lapped and licked
That delicious gush
Until He had swallowed
Every last drop

Without second thought
He stood up to thrust
His movements were fuelled
With oh so much lust
Her cries they did ring
Loud round the room
As He filled her body
Right up to her womb

The sensation that followed
Was one not so new
As He pushed and thrust
His thumb did slip through
Her tight puckered hole
The feeling so good
The screams and the cries
The grunts and the sighs
The pressure soon built
Deep in between thighs

With a scream of His name
She shattered completely
Her muscles grip tight
Around His erection
With one final thrust
So hard that she screamed
His gift He did give her
Exploding deep in
They both cried from the pleasure
Of this little scene

The game she had played
They had both won
For all she had wanted
Was for them to cum
But the night was still young
Holding promise of more
More games and more fucking
And so much more fun.

Isobel’s phone rang in her hand just as she was about to dial James’ number. She was fuming mad that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. She tucked the long strands of blonde hair behind her ear and answer her phone.

“James? Where the hell are you? The taxi will be here in thirty minutes. You were missed at breakfast by everyone. It didn’t go unnoticed that you didn’t make it down. We’re supposed to make a good impression on our new client.” she said. She heard her tone and grimaced that she sounded like a mother telling off a child.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I slept in. I haven’t even been in the shower, and I still need to pack, I have my stuff all over the room.” he replied.

James’ use of the sweetheart, made her anger melt a little but not enough to get him off the hook just yet.

“You’re fucking joking, you’d better get that fine arse in gear and get ready.”

“If you had stayed with me last night, you could have made sure I was ready.” he replied.

“You know the company doesn’t allow that kind of thing between employees, I wasn’t prepared to take the risk, this deal we just secured was too big.”

“How about you get yourself up here and help me out.” He said, dropping his voice to a low rumble.

“Not on your life, I don’t trust you for a minute. I know exactly how your hands and mind wander.”

“Isobel, if you don’t come up here I will never be ready, then I’ll be in serious trouble.”

“Oh, for fuck sake, right, I will be straight up, get a move on.”

Isobel rolled her eyes and walked over to the lift, repeatedly hitting the green button to call for the lift. Looking up at the red numbers above the lift door, she cursed again when she saw the number thirty two not moving. Giving up waiting she took to the stairs, room 134 would be on the first floor, she climbed the two flights of stairs two at a time. Pulling the door open she checked the room numbers on the wall and took off in the direction of his room.

It didn’t take long for her to be standing in front of his door, her heart beat a little fast after her exertion. Hammering her fist on the wooden door, Isobel kept it up until he opened up. She took in the sight before her, he was dressed in just his jeans, still damp from the shower. She stood motionless for a few moments dazed at his beauty. Isobel walked through the door frame, she couldn’t resist tracing her fingers along James’ chest as she passed the tight space between them.

Entering the main part of the room she saw that there are two flight cases stood near the writing desk in the corner all packed. Looking around the room Isobel saw that the room is spotless, no mess anywhere, realisation dawned.

Hearing a click, she turned on the spot and looked at James. He is standing there with a grin on his face.

“Come here beautiful.” He said.

In three long paces he is stood in front of her, James grabbed her wrist and pulled her in to his space and kissed her soundly. Lips pressed against lips, neither of them moving. It was an intense, passionate embrace, the heat poured out of both of them.

Isobel circled his waist with her arms and held on while he kissed the life out of her. Pulling away, she trailed her finger tips down his chest, reacquainting herself with the contours of the dips and peaks of his torso. Her fingers made their way to his belt buckle, dipping her fingers into the waistband she pulled him closer to her.

Kissing him again, she parted his lips with her tongue she felt a throb shudder through her as she licked into his mouth. Still standing, he parted her jean clad thighs with one of his, the friction was just enough for her to feel a second shudder. As the kiss deepened her hand expertly undid his belt buckle as she bit his lip, she was a true multitasking angel.

Dipping her hand inside the denim, she discovered he wasn’t wearing boxers. She took hold of him, firmly, not moving, just relished the hard velvety feel of his cock. She withdrew from the kiss and looked him in the eye, she kept her sparkling gaze fixed on him as she dropped to her knees. Lifting him out of his jeans she licked her lips, she wanted and needed to taste him. She waited as he made himself more comfortable, legs further apart and knees locked. His cock stood proudly in front of her, hard, erect and begging to be licked. Isobel watched as James’ hands threaded his fingers through her hair and held on tight. He was going to direct her movements.

She rested her hands on the tops of his feet to steady herself and then leaned her head forward to swipe the eye of his length with the flat of her tongue in one quick action. She smiled when she heard his groan and felt his toes scrunch up into the thick pile of the carpet. His grip tightened on her hair, pulling her long tresses up her back as he wound it tighter around his fingers.

She was ready to touch him with her hands, widening her knees she steadied herself and lifted her hands up. Her left hand held his weighty balls, and her right hand circled around the base of his cock. She slowly, rhythmically, squeezed her hands on both. Isobel wanted James’ cock in her mouth, using her tongue first she swirled it around his tip, her lips were not touching him.

She bent her head and used the tip of her tongue to lick the full length of his hardness, she could feel him quiver but she held firm. The time had come for her to take more of him inside her warm wet mouth. She slid him in, as far as she could manage. Pulling back very slowly, she swirled her tongue around his hardness her lips adding pressure.

The wetness from her mouth made his hardness shine, she began to move up and down him at a steady pace. Keeping the pressure applied, each stroke in she took him further into her mouth. His tip hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed, she was rewarded with another loud groan of pleasure. Her hand followed her mouth as she sucked him hard. He started to move his hips in time with her, the sensation of her mouth on his hardness was almost too much to bear. He could feel his orgasm welling up inside him, but she had a firm grip on him which controlled his ultimate pleasure. She withdrew him from her mouth half way and traced her tongue around the tip, again she took his full length in her mouth. Isobel loved the slow tease of a man’s cock, building him up and calming him down only to build him up again.

Isobel let out a squeak when she found herself on her back and beneath him. James had pulled out of her mouth, dropped to his knees, he had then pushed her to the floor of the room. He didn’t want to come in her mouth this time, reaching down he pulled the zip of her jeans down. She smiled proudly when she heard him mutter a string of curse words. James pulled her jeans off completely and discovered that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. That fact and vision drove him wild, and his cock twitched its approval.

Leaning up on her elbows, Isobel she watched with fascination as he discarded her jeans and stood to strip for her. His tight body glistened with sweat from his excitement. Standing there naked, strong and gorgeous, she knew that her desires would be fulfilled. He moved towards her to stand and instructed her to sit on a nearby chair. He wanted to taste her nectar, straight from the source. Getting up from the floor, she started to undo the buttons of her shirt and was about to remove it when he shook his head.

“Leave it on but leave the buttons undone.” He said to her.

She did as she was asked, moving to the chair she parted the shirt to show some but not all of her cleavage. She hadn’t worn a bra today either. As soon as she was seated on the tall backed chair, he moved close, dropped to his knees and parted her thighs wide.

She trembled when she felt the firmness of his hands holding her thighs apart and keeping them there. It was a loud instruction not to move, at all. She obeyed, and his head dropped, he gently kissed the inside of her thigh. Working his way up until his nose nudged her glistening lips. The tip of his tongue glided, first up and then down her lips. Her sweet honey elixir was something he had craved for a long time. He continued to lick her, adding a little pressure as he slowly pushed the tip of his tongue further into her warm folds. Eventually he breached her lips, and she arched her back, thrusting her hips forward and moaned deeply.

Shifting forward ever so slightly, she was able to widen her thighs further. She wanted to give him full access, and she wanted to watch his tongue penetrate her. He knew what she wanted and looked up and smiled whilst poking his tongue out to swipe her again. She could feel his grin against her lips, she drew in a long breath as he plunged his tongue inside her. Keeping her legs apart was becoming a struggle, his tongue was a wonder. He kept flicking her nub and kissing it, sucking it into his mouth. The feeling was something she hadn’t experienced in a long time, his continued devouring was leading her to feel her orgasm grow within her. She needed to feel more of him inside her, she wanted him inside her. She lifted his head gently, and the pair stood up, she pulled him close and felt his hardness press against her belly. She wanted him urgently but wanted to take her time, the mix of urgency was heady. Taking his hand, she led him to the bed and pulled off the duvet and dropped it to the floor, no need for coverings today. Isobel had her back to him and removed her shirt, one shoulder at a time, she dropped it to the floor.

Turning back around she kissed him, slow, soft kisses, her tongue licking in and out of his mouth. As she kissed him, she pulled him onto the bed with her. They fell onto the crisp white sheets, his body lay on hers, his chest pressed against her breasts. His thighs entwined with hers. He kissed her deeply and for a long time. Their tongues explored each other all the while she could feel his pre cum on her thigh. His hardness against her reminded her that she wanted him badly. She adjusted her elbow to force him over. Kneeling up she moved until she knelt astride him. James’ eyes darted to her pussy, he could see she was wet and ready to take him. She was on top, in charge, just as he imagined it would be.

Isobel positioned herself over his hips but not touching them. She gazed down, eyes hooded as she admired the smooth, clean lines of his cock. The fact that he was going to be inside her very soon sent her momentarily dizzy. James was massaging her right breast, brushing her nipple until it stood hard and erect.

She circled her fingers around his hard length and stroked him up and down twice and guided his tip to her entrance she was soaking wet, slick with her arousal. The temptation to fall hard was intoxicating but instead she took him in, inch by inch. She savoured the journey he made into her. The further she sank down the more she arched her back. Grabbing her left breast as his hard length filled her completely, it was all she could do not to collapse on him in fevered delight.

Her hips circled slightly causing him to moan a noise that excited her further. James had to close his eyes and stop looking at the beauty riding him, or he would lose it too soon. Slowly she lifted herself, she kept lifting until the tip of him was just teasing her entrance. Then she sank back down on him, harder, needier now. She used his chest for support and built a pace, rising and falling, he moved his hips with her pace. As she moved, her wall clung onto him squeezing him hard.

Her pace quickened, her nails dug into his chest, but he felt no pain for his pleasure was too great. Her long hair draped over his chest as the effort forced her to collapse slightly. He placed his hands on her hips and helped her to rise and fall. Faster and faster, harder and harder, he started to buck his hips higher raising her off the bed. She knew that he was near, that he was desperate, his thrusts grew more forceful and concentrated.

She screamed his name.

“Don’t stop, I want you to come inside me.” She said to him.

His grip on her hips tightened, his moaning became louder. She screamed his name again, he pulled her down by her hips again and with an exquisite thrust of his thighs, James came inside her. She felt the warm explosion inside her and felt her own orgasm enveloped his hardness. Isobel’s body collapsed onto James, he was still inside her, quivering, and she still clasped him. He relished the feeling she gave him when her pussy strangled his cock in such an intense orgasm.

He pulled her to the side of him, pulling her close while he pulled out of her. The loss she felt by his absence was acute, and she wrapped her legs around him for comfort. She adored this man and didn’t want to let him go, ever. They would need to rest for the next time.

The prey is caught, the quarry found.
Pinned and sprawled, stripped and bound.
Wrists and ankles cuffed with steel,
Limbs spread wide, ready to feel
The hunter’s breath, raw and hot.
She’s the X, he’ll mark the spot.

With tongue, teeth and digit he lays to waste
All logic and reason, as he tends and tastes.
Helpless and hungry, she bucks and she quivers
As he feasts on sweet flesh, and her delicate sliver.
Perched on the edge, the precipice reached.
Her eyes plead mercy, for defenses breached.

Musculature ratchets, tight sinew coils
In a miasma of fever, as passion boils.
It floods and spills, the dam is broken
Engulfing release, desires awoken.
Gasping joy and gushing glee.
The prey, at last, is let loose, free.

Like beast unleashed from blissful jail,
She slips her bonds, weals flesh with nails.
The roles reversed, the hunter caught.
He marvels at the scene he wrought.
Biting, scratching, howling, riding,
Her nature escaped, unbridled, unhiding.